A Boy Encounters the Renaissance
WHEN my husband was a boy in the working class city of Chester, Pa., he was in the choir at St. Michael’s School. During Holy Week, the choir would sing, among other things, Giovanni da Palestrina’s Adoramus te, Christe, a choral version of the Latin prayer recited during the Stations of the Cross. St. Michael’s didn’t have many of the frills schools have today and my husband led a rough-and-tumble life with his friends on the streets, but he encountered one vital thing there: beauty.
Children need beauty. Even though they can’t fully understand it, beauty seeps into their souls and finds a permanent home there. It gives them a taste for the truth and the love that underlies all things.
Adoramus te, Christe
Et benedicimus tibi
quia per sanctam crucem tuam
redemisti mundum.
Qui passus es pro nobis,
Domine, Domine, miserere nobis. (more…)




